All I can say after reading this book is that Aaron Linsdau is much braver than I could ever hope to be. Anyone who sets a goal of being the first person to solo ski from the edge of Antarctica to the South Pole and back again, is either crazy or determined. Aaron would be the first to admit he's probably both.
The book chronicles his years of preparation for this unbelievably harrowing and dangerous trip, what it took to get it underway, and what it took to succeed. Along the way, he must save himself a few times from medical problems, malfunctioning equipment, and even hallucinations in the vast white wilderness. And all of this time he was completely alone.
Aaron left the world of engineering to pursue his dream. Highly intelligent and driven, he would take no less than complete success. He doesn't sugar coat some of the things he went through, like an intestinal problem which was most uncomfortable to say the least, to downright dangerous as he had to expose himself to cold and winds that would cause frostbite in mere seconds.
I congratulate him on his success and for sharing his story so eloquently.